Premonition (Chapter 7)

Rudely ushered in the direction of one of the classes, Syn’s mind was still spinning in circles. What if the girl he had seen wasn’t her? Was it merely a coincidence that she shared so many things in common with her? What if it WAS her? Did she dream about him too? Would she shudder at his touch once she knew who he was? Would she regret having anything to do with that of a monster? What if it really was all a dream and nothing more? The majority of his options pointed towards him giving up on the idea of her existence altogether. With a heavy sigh, he wiped off whatever emotion that bled from his face and put his hand on the door knob.
"Hey look, the sadist's finally out of his torture chamber." Skye Deon hollered from the back of the class. One of supposed Knights of The Northern Lights. In their school system, the captain of each sports team is given the rank of Knight, being the best of the best, both academically and physically. The Knights were often given special treatment due to their high statuses. However all but Skye had perished when they had tried to fight the soldiers of Carleon. Being able to get away with petty crimes wasn’t going to help against the enemy. Skye held the title for the school’s best boxer but despite having the school utterly destroyed, he still acted as if he had the world at his feet, even though he had betrayed the Knights by deserting them in their time of need.
Receiving the title “Knight” had meant that they were specially chosen to protect the school and also to help the school grow and prosper to its full extent. Syn had seen right through him from the moment their eyes first met. That look had only hunger for even more power, glistening through those Onyx eyes of his. Unlike the others, Skye dared to insult Syn right in his emotionless face. Not because that he knew Syn wouldn’t take any action, but that whenever he did, he would be the centre of attention, admired for such bravery and fearlessness that his actual stupidity and cowardice was forgotten. Truth be told, he was more terrified of him than the whole class put together, for Syn had more reason to hunt him down, if he ever decided to.

Turning a blind eye to the world like he always did, he silently made his way across the room where even the drop of a pin would sound like an atomic bomb going off. As he slid himself into the only seat available, he allowed the serene landscape to envelope his thoughts. He felt it. Eyes on him. Not from behind, where he was scorned and feared, but from the glass. He sensed an unwavering gaze.
After the person sitting next to him had dropped her eyes to her papers, he had, in turn had a look. His eyes brightened ever so slightly as he realized that it was her. He could never forget such beauty. Within the reflection of tinted glass, he witnessed her porcelain like complexion which was only done justice at their last encounter. It was just a look he wanted, to gaze upon the loveliness of his lover, regardless if she knew who he was or not. Unsatisfied, he proceeded to steal a glance at the actual object of his affections, but she, having sensed his sudden movements, too lifted up her pretty head.
Syn’s eyes widened. The first time he had ever been stunned in such a way that he felt as if he was in a trance. He found himself staring into an ocean of dazzling blue. The calm and almost sorrowful seas seemed to come to life as they met his bejeweled eyes of emerald, twinkling away in interest. Deep in his heart, he had recognized that momentary look of vulnerability. That’s when he knew. So lost in a trance was he, that neither of them noticed that they had been staring into each other’s eyes for a full 15 minutes. Rudely awakened only by the crude thud of a math textbook landing on her desk.

The rest of the lesson was uninteresting. He had already learned and memorized every theory that was discovered up to date. He had been without emotion for so long that studying was the only thing he could do to pass the time. His academic skills were the only reason why The Northern Lights principle had accepted him. She knew that in some way, he could contribute greatly to the school, regardless if he was or wasn’t being taught at all.
However, at that moment, he could feel the blood rushing through him the same way he remembered how it would have felt in his dreams. Like everything else, it was a first for him. His blurry mind, the heat in his cheeks and the shakiness of his hands.
As soon as the bell rang, she seemed to bolt for the door. Syn held himself back before he could shout out her name, which he discovered the night before. Engraved on that aquamarine pen of hers, was the name of the daughter of the most famous writers in all of Azalea. They were well known for their works of mystery and suspense which were branches that constantly needed attention and research to keep interesting. Even MORE well known for their only child that was born out of wedlock. That piece of news had lined the front pages at the time. It seemed that they were so ashamed that, besides being forced to marry after that, they took every excuse to leave the house for when they were on their separate adventures, they could forget about the shame they had brought their families and about the broken one they themselves had made. Known to all of Azalea as the unwanted child. Arista Pendragon.
Syn stayed in his seat even after everyone else had already left. Did she realize it as well? Who he truly was? What he was to her? If she did, then was it her regret that made her dash out the door? There he sat, pondering what to do next. The choices seemed to materialize before him. Forget everything that had ever touched him. Forget the warmth and the changes within him, or try to confront her, with nothing but hope. Hope that she would find a place for him in her heart. Which was it going to be?

Unable to reach a decision, he stepped out onto the hall. He was pacing about the pillars when he saw her. Out of curiosity, he stepped closer but got no response. Yet closer still did he venture, until he sat opposite her, leaning against the walls. She didn’t make a move to retreat nor to gesture a greeting to his presence. This confused him more than ever. What was the meaning of this, he thought as he shifted uneasily in his seat.
His thoughts were interrupted by the school bell, signifying that they were no longer to be alone together. Both of them left for the dorms in silence. As soon as they had entered, her face went scarlet as she hurried to hide her new blanket which looked curiously identical to the cloak he had given her the night before. Feeling the intensity in the room, he proceeded to continue his new favorite pastime of painting snapshots of his dreams. He heard her nervous stutter as she mumbled a few words of thanks, him pausing momentarily though with his back turned to her, to let her know that he was listening. Syn had yet to recite his first words, but he was still able to make a message clear to even the most ignorant of people. He tossed out his penknife in which he used to hack at the vines and scratch at the bark where she traced with those slender long fingers of hers. Paints and blank scrolls came tumbling out of his backpack as he threw it upside down upon his own bed. He took his time fumbling with a few brushes, aware that she was watching, all his stationary in full view. She should now be informed about what he was up to and where he was going, he thought before gracefully exiting the room. Being rude and stuck up wasn’t exactly the aspects that he wanted to portray to her. He didn’t want to give her any reason to despise him just yet if he could help it.
The leaves rustled beneath his feet as he brushed away the dead vines he had cut away, now just dangling from above. The moon as she always was, smiling broadly behind those wispy fans of hers that covered almost three quarters of her face. Returning to the same spot he had visited the night before, he unraveled one of the scrolls. Still but a rough sketch was the incomplete painting of his lover, enwrapped in the everlasting sunset of his dreams. However, tonight he made some minor changes. That flowing mass of hair that danced behind her with every movement she made. Her porcelain skin, so soft and smooth that it rivaled that of a newborn’s. That oval face with eyes as enchanting as the sea. The emotion within those sad eyes that spoke of every word she ever wanted to say but could not. Those lips forever locked in limbo, facing neither up nor down, that is, until he had come along.